What is it about

fresh cut grass
        cherry lemonade
beads of sweat on my forehead

that bring me back to those days of

bicycle riding over speed bumps
        creating labyrinths in the soppy sand
releasing tadpoles to see if they could find their way back to the lake

I only remember what it was like

     to climb an orange tree
        to be amused by a sprinkler
to let sparklers burn my fingers when I didn’t blow them out quickly

as though because I am an adult I can no longer

     enjoy airshows from the blanket on the lawn
         drip rainbow ice down my arm
     do one-armed handstands in the pool

Oh, no.
I still do one-armed handstands in the pool.

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